With the heat being so dreadful, I’m not outside much. But have you ever listened to the sounds of summer? I know not all parts of the country, or the world for that matter, experience summer the way we do at Twisted Creek Ranch. I can’t imagine a summer with the clack of cicadas–we called them Katydids when I was little. If I’m very still, I can hear the wind whispering through the brittle grass, now bleached from the scorching heat. I think of it as death cries. The earth moans as all the moisture is being sucked from it.
While in the shade of our oak trees, the dogs pant and every so often, climb into the water tub, their nails clacking against the plastic. The songs of birds have diminished to brief tweets. If I’m in town, I hear the tinny notes blaring from the truck of the ice cream man as he circles the neighborhoods. Or the sound of splashing water and laughter made by kids in the pools covered by fabric canopies.
What sounds mean summer to you?